Well I am not sure if a low pressure system is coming in or not, but I do know that if I were in Guam right now I would be having to suffer through a tropical depression…but since I am in Japan all that I get is the depression part. Oh well. “Two tears” right Lady Chablis?
So if anyone was keeping a pool, or if you were just wondering, I have finally succumb to a little bit of the homesick blues. Although I do know, and trust, that you all are caring individuals and that you are surely supporting me on this endevor I still have to ask, “what’s it all for?” At least that is the question that I know find before me. Why would I want to, or why have I come to Japan? It’s not like it is a horrible place or anything like that. It’s actually quite the contrary. I have truly enjoyed seeing the sights and I have really been enjoying my company as well as the food and culture. But why? What is the point?
Okay, enough self-loathing. Let’s be honest and open about this. I think that this whole adventure is obviously going to pay off one day. I think that most of this little fit have been the result of CNN, which is one of the two channels that I can understand here (the other being the BBC, which is comical if watched in small doses, but after a while I can only think of Hugh Grant and futball…you know, soccer). As I sat sequestered in my room I got tired of reading and switched on the television. And there before me was one of the last sights that I saw when at “home.” The mighty Water Tower Place, you know, that old castle looking building on Michigan Ave. in Chicago. I guess that CNN is doing a week in the windy city. Now for the real kicker, I don’t really care that much about Chicago; it has never been my home per se, but it is still a place that doesn’t have some foreign language tattooed all over it (which doesn’t bother me…but to see something that I understand is automatically a sanctuary for me these days) nor does it constantly smell of fish and cabbage. While watching the show I had to perform one of my new morning rituals: remind myself that I am in a foreign country. I kept finding myself thinking that I was at home in my bed just waking up as I watched the morning edition of CNN, as it is night here (darkness) and it is early morning there (darkness). See where the confusion may have come from? I certainly did. But anyway….
Speaking of television in Japan:
Did you know that Rolex runs television commercials? Neither did I. But then I started watching the international version of CNN and their oh so interesting programs on Yachts and the wonderful world of Yacht Racing as well as other mind blowing and immensely interesting evening programs. I felt as though I was watching the Robb Report channel (for those that do not know, Robb Report is a magazine published exclusively for the Affluent, or at least those that shop at Walden Books at the mall. It’s really a great magazine; you can buy stuff like Lamborghini’s and small Islands in through the adds in the back. Also if you are ever in the market for some ivory cuff links, antelope antler chandeliers, a pet white lion or any other small item, check it out). So I either get to pick CNN for international bankers, BBC for British businessmen or the native channels…so of course I pick the native channels. They are chalked full of programs that you could never see in the states; you couldn’t even imagine. Jealous? Well you should be. I mean I get to watch such great things as, “The New PACHINKO Machine” Hour, or maybe I could take a gander at “Super Great Bloopers and Practical Jokes from the Making of Super Power Rangers.” Oh but wait, it’s even better. I once sat and watched a show where they sat and filmed people playing some sort of gambling machine until that person won. In order to entice more viewers they surrounded the guy with some scantly clad females. Watch out “Survivor,” Japan’s got…I don’t know what it was called. I can’t read the characters yet. Needless to say it was a blast. I would tell you what the radio stations were like here but I just figured out how to flush the toilet…so you are going to have to wait.
Well…dry your eyes/time will fly/one day I’ll look back and sigh/oh how I’ll miss these days/so filled with hours of confusion and dismay/but it’s better this way/at least I did it myyyyyyy way…a little Frank Synatra. It was his cousin. He only performed in Reno. Take it easy and I love you all. Ps. Send me some pictures of fall. I’ll send you some pictures of spaces filled with people smaller than Mary Heckard and really big buildings (in perspective). Fun fun fun.
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Oh Danny. At least you haven't burned yourself out on the scene yet. You'll have at least 2 more months to get acquainted with your surroundings to start disliking them. Just remember one thing, "At least I'm not in the South."
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